My body is tired. My eyes are closed. And I felt the sunray replicating on my face. Nagising ako.
Shit! Tanghali na? Gumalaw ako. Naramdaman ko agad ang hapdi at sakit ng katawan ko. Takteng 'yan! "Morning," Psalm greeted, he smirked. He was standing far from the front of me. He was holding a cup, which must be a cup of coffee. He was topless and he only had his boxers. A morning sight. "Did you slept well?" He asked. Napa irap ako. Tangina neto. "What time is it?" I asked. Umayos ako sa pagkakahiga. Wala akong saplot at tanging ang comforter lang ang nagta takip ng katawan ko. "Nine in the morning," he answered. He almost spit his coffee away when I suddenly stood up. Nahulog ako sa kama, hubo't hubad! "What the fuck," mura niya. Shit! Agad akong tumayo at kinuha ang comforter. Pinulupot ko iyon sa katawan ko. Paika ika akong naglakad. Tangina talaga! "What the fuck? You should not stand up just yet! Masakit pa?" Nag aalala siyang lumapit sa akin. Umirap ako. Anong meron sa taong 'to? I thought he's only after fuck? Gentleman rin pala at may konsensya? Wow, pinalaking tama! But, it doesn't fit for me. I am only after fuck. Wala na akong pakialam sa ibang bagay. Love and shits has no room for me. Hindi iyon nababagay sa pananaw ko. "Nasaan ang bathroom? I'll take a shower," sabi ko at inayos ang pagka-katakip ng comforter sa katawan ko. My hair is a mess, and I am sure as hell my makeup is smudged. Kagabi pa 'to! Naka nganga siyang tumitig sa akin. "There, sa kabila..." Tinuro niya ang pinto malapit sa sofa ng kwarta niya. "I'll take a shower. I need clothes. Pinunit mo ang top ko, at marumi na ang shorts ko," sabi ko at walang pasubali lumakad sa bathroom. "Do you want me to prepare my clothes for you? Or you want me to order clothes for you?" Tanong niya. Kinuha niya ang cellphone niya at naghahanda na para bang may tatawagan siya. "I'm attending a family reunion this afternoon. Pwede namang damit mo nalang. Uuwi ako sa condo ko," I said. Pumasok na ako sa banyo at naligo roon ng halos isang oras. Pinahinga ko rin ang hiyas ko at nilublub iyon sa mainit init na tubig sa bathtub. Damn it! The night rough, and this is the aftermath of it! Masakit na katawan at mahapding pagkababae! Was two years so long that my stamina couldn't handle the all night fucking, anymore? Should I go back to my routine and get my strength and skills back? What? Habang naliligo ako roon ay nag-flashback lahat ng ginawa namin. I can feel his twitching member inside me kahit na wala naman na iyon roon! Damn that I still felt it! Ganito na ba talaga katagal nang huli ko? Kaya nagfa-flashback na sa akin ang bago? Yuck? Matapos kong maligo ay kinuha ko na ang nakita kong bathrobe roon. I also used his shower gels there. I smell like him. Lumabas na ako at nakita ko siyang aligaga. May nakalagay na damit sa kama at hawak niya ang cellphone niya. Balisa siyang nakatingin roon at pabalik sa pintuan ng banyo. "Are you okay? Does it hurt still? You can walk?" Sunod sunod na tanong niya. Tumaas ang kilay ko. I crossed my arms and looked at him. "Problema mo?" Tanong ko. Nag iwas siya ng tingin. Tiningnan niya iyong damit sa kama. "I prepared the clothes. If you don't like these, you can find more clothes in my closet, you can choose there. I'll ready the breakfast. I'll come with you," matigas niyang sinabi. Napaawang ang labi ko. "Come with me? Sinabi ko bang sasama ka?" "I will," aniya. I scoffed. Don't tell me he's one of those fuckers who wants to be romantic after the rough fuck? Hindi ko type ang mga iyon. At kahit na gusto ko siya at sarap na sarap ako sa kanya, wala akong planong makipagrelasyon at maging romantiko! "We only fucked. Stop acting like that," tumawa ako. His face darken. "Stop acting, what?" Namulsa siya. "My mother taught me to be a gentleman. I am only doing this because I fucked you," he said. Napakagat labi ako. "So sweet. But I don't need it. You can fuck me all you want, you don't have to act like this. I am only after fucking." He shifted his weight and looked at me intently. "You don't have to remind me of that, Tali. I'll call if I want to fuck you. These are all just gentleman's doing," kumindat siya at umalis na. Really, huh? I sighed. Nagbihis na ako sa damit na hinanda niya. He prepared an unused boxer. He gave me a big black shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Malaki ang damit kaya sa tingin ko hindi naman babakat ang dibdib ko. Pagkalabas ko, amoy ko kaagad ang niluluto niya. Aba! Marunong magluto! "Nagluluto ka pala, akala ko puro ka lang sex, e..." Bungad ko. Umupo ako sa highchair, nakaharap iyon sa kitchen sink kung saan siya nagluluto. Malaki ang condo niya, pero simple lang. Mahahalata mong siya lang ang nakatira. His condo is very cozy, homy, and warm. Whites and wooded. "What do you think of me? A fucker?" He scoffed. He put a cup in front of me. "You won't fuck me if you're not," I gave him a smirk. Tumayo ako at lumapit sa niluluto niya. "I'll prepare the plates," offer ko. Hindi naman ako nag antay ng tugon sa kanya. Nakita ko naman agad ang lalagyan ng mga pinggan kaya kumuha na ako roon. "You begged me to do so, though..." He smirked. Sumandal siya sa may sink. Kinuha ko naman ang mga plato. I gave him a sharp look. He crossed his arms. "I didn't begged," naglakad ako palapit sa kaniya. He has his shorts now, but he's still topless. Kaya agad na bumaba ang tingin ko sa braso niya. He's masculine, very masculine. His triceps can't be overshadowed by anything, it has It's own spotlight. Hinawakan niya ang mukha ko. His thumb wiped something on the side of my lips. "Laway mo, tumutulo," ngisi niya. Pinalo ko ang kamay niya. "Masarap ka lang, pero hindi ako maglalaway," umirap ako. I have never admitted to anyone that I felt pleasure every time I fucked. I just think that there's no point. I'm only after fuck. And if I say that I liked it, there's no chance for me to do it again, anyway. Unless I offer a deal. But I don't offer, not unless I wanted to be fucked again. Life is easy. If you want it, go for it. For me, there's no room for could have beens. I'd rather regret it. Well, at some point, it applies, but not on this one.The comfort for me… was so beautiful when it's in the dark. Because… in the dark, I am not showing anything to anyone. In the dark… I am not seen. And yet… It was comforting. But at the same time, I crave… to be seen… to be loved… to be brought into the light and experience… beautiful things that don't happen in the dark. It was nothing out of the ordinary. I want to stay in the dark… because there, I don't need to prove anything, and yet… I am proving. I am craving to prove… something. Is it for myself… or for the validation that it would give me? Maybe… it was for both. And it's… hard. “She will wake up soon. Nawalan siya ng dugo dahil sa laki ng sugat na ginawa niya sa pulso at palad. But she was lucky enough. Naagapan naman ninyo agad.” I was still half asleep. I could hear the conversation, but I couldn't open my eyes. I feel conscious, but I can't see anything. My eyes are closed, and it's hard to open it. “Makakalabas na po ba siya kapag nagising na siya?” In my im
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